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rice happy Lizzy, blooming maid, By no false arts of life betray'd, Bless'd tyrant of the rural scene Whose joys enmix'd with pining care, Which prey upon the modest fair, When evening comes, with artless smile, Does all her pleasing toils beguile With tripping o'er the enamell'd green.

Clarinda fair, in jewels dress'd, The pride of theatres is confess'd, Still shines with irresistless mein: Tho' music, actions, words conspire, To wake her soul to soft desire; Delight like this will quickly cloy, And Lizzy take more perfect joy, in tripping o'er the enamell'd green.

When Lindamira, in the dance, In sprightly air does swiftly prance, and graceful moves like beauty's queen Thro' crowds of Beaux admiring gaze, Nor sickning Prudes refuse, her praise, The flatter'd Bells not half so bless’d, And Lizzy of more Joy posess'd, In tipping o'er the enamell'd green.

When Coquerilla Cards invite, To wile away the social night,